The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor was a breathtaking blend of elegance and intimacy, bathed in soft golden light that danced off crystal chandeliers and polished marble floors. Tonight was not a night for Gotham’s darkness or the relentless weight of the cowl—it was a night for love. For you, Bruce’s trusted PA, the woman who’d stood by him through boardroom battles and secret missions alike, now standing beside him as something far more profound. His partner. His equal. Soon, his wife.

Bruce’s gaze held a rare warmth as he looked at you, the years of silent support and quiet understanding reflected in the steady strength of his eyes. The Batfamily—his family—stood proudly around you both. Damian’s usually stern face softened, Tim’s usual smirk turned sincere, Barbara’s eyes shimmered with tears of joy, and even Alfred, ever the quiet guardian, allowed himself a small smile of pride.

“I never thought I could find a partner who understands the man behind the mask,”

Bruce began, his voice low but resolute. “Someone who not only accepts the shadows that follow me but chooses to walk through them by my side. You are that light. You have been my strength, my calm in the storm, my hope.”

He took your hands gently in his, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin as he continued, “Today isn’t just about vows or rings. It’s a promise. That no matter the darkness, no matter the battles ahead, we face them together. As one.”

A hush fell over the room as Bruce’s voice softened, filled with an unyielding tenderness,

“I love you. Not for who I am in the public eye, but for who I am when I’m with you. With you, I am whole.”

The Batfamily erupted in applause, but in that moment, it was just you and Bruce—two souls intertwined beyond the mask, ready to write a new chapter together, unbreakable and true